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Mariana Valdez had stopped looking in mirrors years ago. Not entirely—she still needed to check that her hair wasn't a disaster before a Zoom call, or that she hadn’t dripped coffee down her blouse. But the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the one her mother had given her as a housewarming gift a decade ago, now lived facing the wall.

“So, Mariana,” he said, folding his hands. “Tell me why you’re here.” cirugia bariatrica argentina

The surgery was performed at Sanatorio Otamendi, a private hospital in the Recoleta district known for its bariatric program. Mariana arrived at 6 a.m., her stomach empty, her nerves so raw she could taste copper. She changed into a hospital gown that was too small. A nurse with a kind smile and purple scrubs held her hand as they inserted the IV. Mariana Valdez had stopped looking in mirrors years ago

The last thing Mariana remembered was the anesthesiologist saying, “Count backward from ten.” She made it to seven. “So, Mariana,” he said, folding his hands

Dr. Federico Lombardi had kind eyes and the calm demeanor of someone who had delivered bad news and good news in equal measure. His office was in a gleaming building on Avenida Santa Fe, all white walls and abstract art, with a model of the human digestive system on his desk like a paperweight.